Fuck, this is a sad thread. Tinker mom, I have a BIG hug for you when I meet u in Reno! Went through 2 yrs of hell with my mom when she was dying with lung cancer, yes from cigarettes. Can relate somewhat. Make sure to take care of yourself. The trailer out back is perfect to go just for quiet time.

Ack. I found-out Friday that my dearly beloved F250 Super Duty diesel is no more. Swallowed a lifter, scrammed the low-pressure oil pump, spiked six of the injectors, and that's all she wrote. $9 grand to replace everything broken. So it's going to the Great Parts Bin In The Sky.

FRACK!!!! FRACK!!! FRACK!!!

Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care NOT who writes this nation’s laws. ... S.J. Perelman

Roark wrote:Ack. I found-out Friday that my dearly beloved F250 Super Duty diesel is no more. Swallowed a lifter, scrammed the low-pressure oil pump, spiked six of the injectors, and that's all she wrote. $9 grand to replace everything broken. So it's going to the Great Parts Bin In The Sky.

Now.... finish the cut. Slay me deeply. Go ahead and ask me the YEAR. (Hint: It's a 2003 1/2, in other words, it was the penultimate freak from the very height of the folly known as the Ford Six Point Oh).

Replaced (in the last 8000 miles): The turbo, EGR cooler (twice), turbo vane actuator, FICM, EGR valve, control pressure regulator, alternator, high-pressure oil pump, plus a few other bits. Total: about 8K. My mechanic ADORES me. He cried harder than I did when the death sentence was passed. (Poor lad. He has one kid in college and another one hot oh his heels. He was hoping to use me as his meal-ticket).

Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care NOT who writes this nation’s laws. ... S.J. Perelman

Would LOVE a 7.x, but I think I'm done with the whole diesel-drama-pickup-truck-thingie for a while. To a diesel, "love" = "work". They want to be worked, as in really worked, but most of my driving is virtually unloaded. About the only exception is when I'm hauling a draft horse or a cattle trailer. And it's all flatland here, so there just isn't an opportunity to let it stretch it legs down low on a hill and be a proper tub-thumper.

In consolation however, I have an ancient Listeroid, a JD4045-T6, and a couple of 20KW Isuzu gensets that will keep the smell of #2 Red in my nostrils for a long, long time.

Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care NOT who writes this nation’s laws. ... S.J. Perelman

My sister, according to my mom, is pregnant! This is the same little girl, whom I, personally, taught the lyrics to "Where Eagles Dare" by the Misfits. Whom I took to Gilman St. at the tender age of 9, to teach her how to paint graffiti! Whom I would wake up at 2am, to kiss her older sister, because she fucking hated being kissed.

My sister, according to my mom, is pregnant! This is the same little girl, whom I, personally, taught the lyrics to "Where Eagles Dare" by the Misfits. Whom I took to Gilman St. at the tender age of 9, to teach her how to paint graffiti! Whom I would wake up at 2am, to kiss her older sister, because she fucking hated being kissed.

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wrong fucking thread i think but still i fucking like this. creepy uncle is a much under claimed role.

FREE THE SHERPASBurners with torches is right and natural and just.-fishy.CATCH AND RELEASE.

My sister, according to my mom, is pregnant! This is the same little girl, whom I, personally, taught the lyrics to "Where Eagles Dare" by the Misfits. Whom I took to Gilman St. at the tender age of 9, to teach her how to paint graffiti! Whom I would wake up at 2am, to kiss her older sister, because she fucking hated being kissed.

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wrong fucking thread i think but still i fucking like this. creepy uncle is a much under claimed role.

I had the flu 2 weeks ago, and just can't get any energy into anything. I'm emotionally flat - sort of like being lobotomized. Intellectually inefficient - oh, yeah, I got that (30 minutes ago). The muscle aches are incredible - much worse than the usual getting old crap.Any I have no drive other than to find another excuse to sleep some more...

drink some fucking orange juice and coffee. I don't recommend mixing them though. Unless of course you like to mix them! Also may need to increase your intake of liquids in general. to get rid of the muscle aches.

Sunbeam56 wrote:I had the flu 2 weeks ago, and just can't get any energy into anything. I'm emotionally flat - sort of like being lobotomized. Intellectually inefficient - oh, yeah, I got that (30 minutes ago). The muscle aches are incredible - much worse than the usual getting old crap.Any I have no drive other than to find another excuse to sleep some more...

This will NOT do.

Sunbeam! You had the actual fucking infuenza, the kind that fucking kills people,and this post-acute exhaustion phase is both quite typical and a reason for the high fatality rate in all the historic epidemics. Please take good care of yourself until you feel ALL better. Not kidding. INFLUENZA KILLS PEOPLE. THAT'S WHY WE FUCKING VACCINATE.

TomServo, please wash your wound with soap and water. Fuck..

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"You can be whoever you want to be, and sometimes people laugh and sometimes they clap, and mostly and beautifully they don't really care."

MDF: Sunbeam thinks she is SuperGirl. Or the Energizer Bunny. Thanks for the rant because it reinforces what I have telling her. (heck, I had to fire her twice just so she would go home and rest. Fookin' stubborn, I tells ya!)

No worries about it killing her. Heaven doesnt want her and Hell is afraid she will take over.

Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care NOT who writes this nation’s laws. ... S.J. Perelman

Lost another one here at work, a guy I knew from the 'good ol' days' when we used to play fast and loose down by Florissant Rd. in St. Louis

He was a good man, and was the best backup man we had in a tandem truck, working out of the old Normandy building. He set things up for a major traffic control operation down near Lucas and Hunt Roads that went like clockwork for our crews. We were on I-70 at 9:00 a.m with one lane closed until 3:00 in the afternoon. When he said it would be ready at 9 a.m. it was ready. We shut down and were pulling off at 2:50 so he could clear things before rush hour.

It was during a summer of blood, sweat, and tears that I took over as project manager on a job that was 6 months behind. I didn't need any more hassles than we were having (demoralized crews, haphazard job planning, and lawyers with attitude). Clay kept his people doing their very best despite it all. He was an example for me to point at and say, "Clay gets it done.....take your cue from him!" He was underpaid, but much appreciated by all. Clay, buddy, the next shot of tequila is in your honor. Thanks for all you did for us. Remember how we finally brought that job in? 3 weeks ahead of schedule. We couldn't have done it without you. You will be missed.

Lost another one here at work, a guy I knew from the 'good ol' days' when we used to play fast and loose down by Florissant Rd. in St. Louis

He was a good man, and was the best backup man we had in a tandem truck, working out of the old Normandy building. He set things up for a major traffic control operation down near Lucas and Hunt Roads that went like clockwork for our crews. We were on I-70 at 9:00 a.m with one lane closed until 3:00 in the afternoon. When he said it would be ready at 9 a.m. it was ready. We shut down and were pulling off at 2:50 so he could clear things before rush hour.

It was during a summer of blood, sweat, and tears that I took over as project manager on a job that was 6 months behind. I didn't need any more hassles than we were having (demoralized crews, haphazard job planning, and lawyers with attitude). Clay kept his people doing their very best despite it all. He was an example for me to point at and say, "Clay gets it done.....take your cue from him!" He was underpaid, but much appreciated by all. Clay, buddy, the next shot of tequila is in your honor. Thanks for all you did for us. Remember how we finally brought that job in? 3 weeks ahead of schedule. We couldn't have done it without you. You will be missed.

Fuck. Couldn't get my shit together (much less a team) enough to write a solid art grant proposal this year. Had to call it dead for this year earlier today. So fucking close. I guess that's the risk of shooting for doing the actual goddamn temple.